Poop Shute

A Clean Slate in 2008

Last night was really nice. I had a nice dinner at one of my favorite restaurants, and I came back to my place and goofed around with a handful of my closest friends. There were some missing among that "closest friends" list, but on one count that couldn't be helped. One is in the hospital, recovering nicely, but still detained. My thoughts were with her.

We just sat around my living room telling stories and cracking jokes. It was nice. At midnight instead of toasting with champagne, some among us toasted with Sonic chili-cheese hotdogs. It was cute. I ended up eating the first real hotdog I've eaten in years. It could be why my stomach is upset today.

I didn't drink a drop of alcohal, I didn't kiss anyone at midnight, but I still had a great time. I had fun. My fun, on my terms.

And speaking of that, I'm just now realizing the shift that has happened. Everything for me is on my terms again, and mine alone. I was in a relationship for so long I got very accustomed to the give and take and the compromise that goes with it. I'm used to having another set of desires and opinions to consider and account for at all times. And I'm not complaining about that stuff, mind you, I'm just pointing out that it isn't true anymore. At least for now, I am living on my terms. Just me for me. One could easily take that as a lonely way of being, but I think it's exciting. Liberating even.